the clouds are pierced by beams
and I’m looking outside where
the wet streets challenge me for a walk
and the park is empty.
I wonder where everybody is, where are they?
have they left without saying good bye to a fellow human
“no! you left!” a voice tells me to light a cigarette
from my couch the view is narrow
but tomorrow I’ll get outside
and try to be more than a human, more than a sack of bones and flesh
I shall understand
I shall stand tall
against the wind
I will be brave
and I will fight
to remember
how to sail a ship.
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